Jonathan Travers
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Duke of the British Mythos
Oh, yes, rather. Care for a spot of tea?
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Affiliation
Personal Code
- Do not underestimate the value of the individual, nor overestimate it.
- Decisions must take into account both individuals and results.
- What must be done should be done cleanly.
Miraculous Abilities
- Aspect 2
- 6 Aspect Miracle Points
- Domain 4
- 6 Domain Miracle Points
- Realm 0
- 5 Realm Miracle Points
- Spirit 2
- 5 Spirit Miracle Points
Gifts
Perfect Timing
Jonathan is rarely late for anything. Impeccably precise, he won't miss any occasion or opportunity that he could feasibly catch.
Unblemished Guise
(Penetration 1) Jonathan can disguise himself as an ordinary human, although a Power can penetrate this disguise with a little effort.
Limits
Focus: Excalibur
A limit of Aspect (+1 AMP).
Excalibur is always on Jonathan's person, though most of the time, it is not in its true form: this ability of the blade to change its shape was the thing Jonathan discovered in his poring over old myths that let him track it down. It is his bond with the previous Noble of the British Mythos, Arthur, whose spirit ascended to his station even as his body was rowed to Avalon; it grants him great physical prowess that he would not otherwise possess.
Uninspiring
A limit of Spirit.
Cannot Be Discourteous
A limit of Domain. (+1 DMP when it is a hindrance) Jonathan is the Spirit of Britain, the very height of what it means to be British--the casual politeness of British high society is ingrained in his very bone, and he can not violate it, as much as he may occasionally desire to.
Bonds
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History
Jonathan Travers was born and raised in London, his father a scholar, his mother a minor actress. He grew up on old books, older buildings, tea and scones; as a teenager, to his parents' disappointment, he rebelled against the quietude of his life by taking up the company of wilder boys, and refused to continue his studies; he spent a lot of time on the streets, roaming all of London, from the Docklands to the West End; he returned with bruises and torn clothes, sometimes drunk, always finding his rebellion just a bit empty. His parents wrung their hands, unable to set him back on the right path.
It took two deaths to restore him to his former self: the first, that of one of his wildest friends, Sam Chambers; the older boy had drunk a bit too much, goen a bit too far, and wound up trying to rob a mysterious stranger carrying a folder of papers and getting stabbed for his trouble. The other was his father's. That night, he returned, panicked, to his home to find that his father had been stabbed in his study, although his mother had not heard anyone enter; the study itself was a mess, papers scattered everywhere, as though the killer had been looking for something, whether he found it or not.
A week later, Jonathan returned to quietness, to schooling and his studies, finding them comforting; following in his father's footsteps he went to Oxford, studying history, particularily that of England--and it was there that he came across his father's work, finding it fascinating--but there was far less published than there should have been, given the rich quality of his father's work; when he returned home that summer, he entered his father's study, tidy and rarely disturbed since the death that occurred there. The papers that had been there were gathered into stacks on bookshelves and in drawers; Jonathan spent the entirety of the summer going through them, putting together parts of a brilliant work that he understood could never have been published, because the implications were staggering. His father's other work investigated parallels between ancient and recent British myth--the papers in the study went far, far beyond that, tying together pieces of history and pieces of myth, from Arthurian legend to the actions and deaths of English royalty to fairies Under the Hill to trends in literature. It implied the supernatural, eerie things; it meticulously supported the notion that England had a deep, old magic beyond the common man's ken.
Jonathan graduated from Oxford with honors, and spent as much time trying to complete his father's work as he did publishing his own. Working as a librarian, he repeatedly turned down offers to become a university professor. His father's library was a start on his own, which grew into a remarkable if eccentric collection; he left Britain only rarely, and never for long, loving London of the present as much as London of the past, drinking tea with scholarly friends or female companions on rainy days.
His ascension to the ranks of the Nobilis came when his research led him to believe that he knew the current location of Excalibur. It turned out that, in fact, he did--and that grasping it had unforeseen results...
Anchors
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